“Grace?”

Evan Lewys, the duke who had risen to power in a single stroke for executing a traitor, came face to face with his dead wife at a banquet held in his honor.

“Who are you?”

More precisely, a woman who looked exactly like his wife.

But there was no way she could be Grace.

His wife was already dead.

“Scarlet Sommer… was it?”

And yet, this woman kept lingering in his thoughts.

Even though he had resolved never to give even the slightest piece of his heart to any woman but his wife.

* * *

“It’s been a while, Luke.”

No… now he was Duke Evan Lewys, wasn’t he.

Grace, no… Scarlet Sommer, curved her lips into a cold smile as she faced the man who had once been her beloved husband, Luke.

“I’ve come back. Only to take my revenge on you.”

I will destroy everything you gained by selling me out.

So don’t feel too wronged when all the things you obtained by killing me are taken from you because of me, my dear husband.